The Edge of The World

Blue skies, bright sun, heatwave, dirt paved pathway, on the run, blistered feet. The greatest view is when you've reached that point of no return at the edge of the world. I'm close. Sounds of the masses behind me. Shadow trailing me relentlessly. I can see it, if I get a running start I will have the lasting pleasure of alleviation from the excruciating pain on the soles of feet.

"STOP" his voice. "I care".

When you have nothing but answers, questions seem trite in defining moments. I turn around and look, but only for a split second, see the beauty he possesses in his eyes.

"Good. I care too".

The wind in my face, breaths away from the precipice, no hands holding me back, sweet freedom from the shackles of my mind.